This week was not a good one. I felt ill, iller (that probably isn’t a word judging by the red squiggle that appeared underneath, but it should be) than I have felt for a very long time.
Much time was spent either in bed or sitting by the fire trying not to do that terribly stupid thing of looking up symptoms on the web.
By Friday I decided that I should drag the Christmas cheer into the house in the form of the tree and pretty things from the shed, which did make me smile a bit, and then on Saturday the Mr took me for a walk along the prom with the promise of a coke float at the ice cream parlour.
It’s back to work this week whether I feel like it or not, armed with fruit & healthy treats, and a whole lot of hope that this was just a seasonal blip.
Anyone else suffering the winter bugs?